I have guilt,
I have depressed thoughts.
If only I waited a bit longer.
I have my guilt,
I have my anxiety.
If only it didn't consume me.
I, me, myself,
My person is viewed differently.
No, it's not my skin, views, religion,
It's not my ethnicity.
My person is viewed differently,
It's my minds disabilities.
The way my cog wheels are shaped.
The way they get caught on certain sounds, smells, and feelings.
I should of waited a bit longer,
I am sorry to impose my difficulties,
As you can see I am labeled.
I have been labeled as a child;
from projects kid, to problem child, mentally challenged, to Suicide survivor.
That’s right I have guilt.
I am sorry for what I've done,
I am sorry my act has disgraced you,
I am sorry I can't be normal,
I am sorry I can't be normal,
I am sorry I embarrass and make you ashamed of me,
I am sorry I didn't fight you and make you wait a bit longer,
Five Minutes.
that’s all it would of taken,
I would of quieted down,
I would of gone to sleep; never ending.
I have guilt, but
A bit longer and you would have been sorry.